I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

A Safe But Sometimes Chilly Way Of Recalling The Past Is To Force Open A Crammed Drawer. If You Are Searching For Anything In Particular You Don't Find It, But Something Falls Out At The Back That Is Often More Interesting.

See," He Said, "the Arrow Struck Against This. It Is The Kiss I Gave Her. It Has Saved Her Life.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.